Now

Instant gratification

equals long term pain and suffering;

a night of ecstasy

brings down the dark curtains

of guilt and heartache

like black ink

reaching through veins

darkening blood,

filling mind with disease,

cells black with gangrene,

a slow death that eats away

at whatever pleasure is left,

leaving hurt until the numbness sets in,

that gentle nothing

that comes like a warm, dark blanket,

covering everything,

smothering dreams,

spiraling hope

like blood down a drain.